Rib Flower [Ability]

There was a smell of ham sausage in the supply cabin, and the bionic chef on the ship was at the Michelin level. The moment Helo sat down, he felt that his stomach finally woke up from the dormant state, and he disregarded his image for a while. Gobbling it up, the white eagle on the opposite side was stunned. Looking at the beauty in front of him with white teeth, who was biting the bloodshot steak like a beast, he was stunned, until Nightingale slapped him on the forehead.

In the blink of an eye, the steak was cleaned up by Herlo.

He eats very fast, a bad habit developed in the orphanage.If you don't eat the rationed food quickly, you will be snatched by others and you will be hungry, so even if the food is as bad as dog food, he will chew it without chewing it.For this reason, Sayero has trained him a lot, but after all, he failed to screw him over.

"This kid was against Sayero last night..."

As soon as he let go of Ando's hand, he started to talk nonsense, and Herlo pressed his head into the plate on the table, and sat down slowly: "Does anyone know... what is X212?"

Ando raised a hand tremblingly, and wiped off the spaghetti on his face, his expression became very subtle: "That's... the name of a serum."

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Nightingale's voice sank, obviously thinking of something.

The lights above his head seemed to flicker, and Herlo felt an ominous premonition, and his jaw tightened involuntarily, "What is that serum used to restrain?"

"Nervous viral infection..."

Ando pushed his glasses thoughtfully, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "I participated in the research and development of this drug when I was working in Japan. It is used to restrain the 'God's Tomb'."

"When you were young, you might not know what the 'God's Tomb' is. It has two more popular nicknames called 'Devil's Fruit'."

"You still missed one." Nightingale interjected, "—'Flower of Evil'."

"Flowers of Evil"... "Flowers of Evil".

Helo shuddered.Sayero seems to have mentioned this word in the voyage log, and he seems to have heard words like "restraint" and "restraint".

A shivering chill seemed to creep up the spine, and Herlo's mind kept flashing through the news that was repeatedly broadcast on the orphanage's broadcast screen 15 years ago and the alarm that sounded day and night again and again.

It was a horrific disaster, a strange epidemic spreading across the globe caused by the chemical and biological weapons dropped by the neo-Nazi military in World War III.

The flower of evil bears the fruit of destruction.

It couldn't be more appropriate to be named this.

It is like a plague that makes many people unknowingly become diseased in their sleep, and attacks others like wild beasts—their attacks are not limited to killing, but also all crazy behaviors like beasts.

Massacres, rapes, and even cannibalism, even dying old people and unarmed young children.

Traditional religious believers rumored that this is one of the ten scourges recorded in the Bible. In order to punish people who lost their faith after the war and turned to alien meteorite rain as a miracle, and abused cloning technology to create The military, the high-level government that brutally suppressed civilians trying to emigrate to extraterrestrials.

This kind of neurotoxin that can deform human nature is a stimulant that can destroy a person more than any drug, amplifying the dark and evil desires suppressed in the heart, thus inspiring all kinds of terrible acts of violence.

They seem to have become another species completely different from humans, but retain their social habits, which allows patients infected with the "Flower of Evil" to gather together like heretics, like the fruits of evil scattered all over the place. On the desolate land, deformed flowers of flesh and blood bloomed from the soil that smelled of corpses.

Helo had seen the chaos that took place near the orphanage with his own eyes.

He always remembered the desperate face of a girl who asked them for help outside the glass.

At that time, no one was willing to rescue them, so they were violently dismembered by the virus-infected people of the "Flower of Evil" who heard the news, and finally tore into pieces of meat, and burned them on the fire like a sacrifice, and surrounded them. Carnival over her shattered corpse.

Fortunately, this ferocious virus was curbed after the Star Alliance military concentrated and wiped out the lairs of those infected, and it did not break out again for many years.

Until recently -- after a mysterious meteorite shower -- rumors of such cases being found in cheap, medically underdeveloped areas stirred up panic.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on the palm of his hand, he casually pinched the coffee cup on the table and tightened his fingers.

——Sayero means that he needs to inject this serum?

"Could he be infected with that virus?"

Ando heard his precious cup crack in the other's palm with a "click".

"Don't get excited..." Ando handed him a piece of paper in pain, shook his head, and put on a rare serious look: "I'm also worried about this, so I tested Sayero's blood sample last night , But the strange thing is that I didn't find any toxins similar to "God's Tomb" in his body, his physical condition is so normal that it's unbelievable...Healthier and stronger than a living person."

Helo let go of the cup, and absently rubbed the sore brows with a hand dripping with blood, leaving a shocking red mark on the ivory cheeks.

"He is a living person, and his body has been modified and strengthened, so he is stronger than normal people." Picking up a fragment of a cup, he stared at the guy who spoke inappropriately but kept talking, and put his hand on the back of the opponent's hand half-threateningly "Continue, Mr. Major Ando, ​​please speak in more detail."

"It's just a slip of the tongue." Ando's throat tightened, and he swallowed.

"In short, Sayero is a virus immune body, and his internal organs have been replaced with perfect artificial organs." He shrugged and spread his hands, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to do it 15 years ago. He survived the battlefield. Even if he comes into direct contact with the pathogen of the 'Flower of Evil', it is impossible for him to be infected..."

"But in the log video, he mentioned the word 'Flower of Evil'." Hero murmured faintly, his blood-stained face becoming paler.

"Maybe it's the same pronunciation?" Ando comforted him.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Herlo frowned.

"It's not impossible. Unless he receives a large dose of high-purity virus stock injection and injects it from a vein to avoid the detection of the chip in the body." Nightingale spit out a sentence lightly, lit an electronic cigarette and put it between his lips, dialed He flicked his cigarette butt, "Only he can do this."

She paused: "But why would he do that? Inject himself with the virus and use himself as an experiment? Sayero is not an anti-human pervert like Ando, ​​he is a guy who is too rational to be human."

"Maybe that's true." Hero murmured, her body temperature dropping to freezing point.

"Frighteningly rational"...why not?

Even when confronted with him.No matter how he hinted, Sayero would never take a step beyond the threshold, and firmly locked their relationship on the word "brother". Even though he had experienced that unusual concern countless times, it seemed that he would never be able to cross it The other party drew the line clearly.

It is precisely because of this rationality that Sayero may do something beyond ordinary people's imagination under extreme circumstances.

He did that.In order to survive, he dug out dozens of bullets from his body with his bare hands.

One more, Holo.

There is one more grain.Below my left shoulder blade, you'll have to cut there.You can do it, can't you?

Good boy.The man whispered forbearance, and stuffed the blood-stained tool knife into his palm, the cold metal chrome made his palm ache.

Helo closed his eyes, and drove out the bloody and painful memory that came to his mind.

"Hey, who do you think is a pervert, woman?" Ando knocked the table with his knuckles in dissatisfaction.

"You." The woman's red lips exhaled a puff of smoke, "Helo, Sayero's condition is still unknown, I suggest that we set sail quickly and leave this planet to the colony of Thorn Paradise. There is a hospital there."

There was a buzzing in his ears, Helo only felt that the information pierced his skull like needles, piercing all the holes in the slightest joy he had regained from the loss.

"White Eagle, Lone Wolf, Gu Kun, go and check if all the components are functioning normally. We will set sail tomorrow to go to the space colony area closest to us in "Thorn Paradise". The base ship has sunk. Meaningless."

Nightingale twitched the corners of her twitching lips: "Indeed, with Sayero's situation, the sooner we can contact Thorn Paradise, the better. The damn wormhole swallowed up all the signals they sent us. We have been out of contact for several days. , according to the time on earth, it has been at least half a year, and we have no news."

"I agree with both hands and feet. It's time to go to the colony. I have to relax my body. I heard that there are a lot of cloned slave beauties there." Ando stretched his waist and hooked one arm The shoulder of the young man who was searching for the coordinates of the colony on the glass screen to plan the route pinched the other's chin, and his lips approached the drooping silver eyelashes presumptuously, "Although it is not as good as you..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice was choked back by a heavy blow to his abdomen.

Comparing him to clones just hit Helo's scars.

In order to expand the population after the war, cloning technology was highly abused, and a large number of cloned people were created to exist as the "foundation" for rebuilding the new world. They are creatures at the bottom of this era, and they were born as organ providers. , labor and lust slaves exist.

Due to genetic defects, he is weak and sick, and his appearance is very special. In this era when genetic technology has been developed to predict the future height of embryos in the mother's body, it is very rare. Therefore, when he first entered high school, he was often excluded. Those who bullied him said He is like those genetically unsound clones produced in batches, and he is still a defective product, and there are even more excessive ones, saying that he is Sayero's favorite slave. When he was there, someone was pointing behind him.

Because of this, he often had disputes with others.

He ignored the wailing guy who had been punched hard by him, and walked out of the conference cabin sullenly: "The route has been planned, I'm going to sleep."

Ando clutched his abdomen and bent down, "I also...need a rest."

What no one saw was that in the surveillance camera, the figure in the medical cabin moved, and the flexible restraint belt on his body made a small cracking sound.

A lingering aroma remained in the air, hooking his breath like a spider's thread.A moment ago, the man's clean and sharp voice seemed to still be lingering in his ears. It was like an awl attacking his reason on thin ice, digging a dangerous crack in his already fragile defense.

Sayero tried his best to restrain the dark and thick torrent flowing in his body, and the tense muscles all over his body spasmed slightly, like tree roots that desperately needed rainwater struggling under the ground.

"pat".

The restraints were broken one by one.

He opened his eyelids, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.